After pretending to be ugly, he was entangled by a billionaire

Leng Beichen's face darkened slightly,

"Why haven't I seen you? It's not the first time I've served you in the shower."

While speaking, he waved his big palm, and Mo Yan's loose clothes fell to the ground.

The wrinkles all over his body were exposed to the air, and Mo Yan was embarrassed for a while.

But the embarrassment was only for a moment, and the appearance was just a stinky skin, so she wanted to get rid of it.

"Mr. Leng, I'm not Mo Yan. Is it suitable for you to be my nurse yourself?"

At this time, if she hadn't bluffed, he would probably have believed her to be Mo Yan even more.

"Whispering!" Leng Beichen directly picked her up and put her into the bathtub,
"I said, you have to pay it back, and you will wait for me to take a bath later, and it will be evened."

Mo Yan, "..." Then let's not get even.

While speaking, the big palm that was soaked with shower gel was already on her body, moving up and down.

"Be gentle, the old man's bones are brittle."

"Heavier, are you tickling me?" Mo Yan deliberately raised her nose and raised her eyes.

Seeing that the man didn't come back for a long time, she glanced sideways strangely.

The corners of Leng Beichen's eyes were red, and he locked his eyes on her back without saying a word.

"What's wrong? My back is even uglier?"

Mo Yan couldn't see her own back, so it must have been wrinkled too badly, right?

The corner of Leng Beichen's mouth suddenly curled into a smug arc,

"How dare you say that you are not Mo Yan, your back has betrayed you, your sign..."

Mo Yan's heart shuddered, did she have a mole on her back?

"Who doesn't have a few moles on his back, it just happens to be the same as Mo Yan's."

"Heh! Still quibbling?" Leng Beichen's lips curled up in a cold arc,
"It's not a mole, it's a tattoo I made for you while you were asleep, a word 'morning'.

Don't tell me, you also happened to get the word "Chen" tattooed, don't tell me, the man you liked when you were young was also called Chen? "

Mo Yan, "..." When did he get her tattoo?She didn't know anything about it.

"Who said my man's name is Chen? My son's name is Chen. I like my son so much, so why not just tattoo the word 'Chen'?"

"You still want to be my mother? How dare you!"

Leng Beichen's brows raised a sneer, and his low laughter trembled in his chest, "Mo Yan, you missed the bottom line, you don't have any tattoos on your back at all."

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, a black-bellied man!He actually lied to her.

"Don't you have tattoos? When you get old, you have a poor memory and dementia."

"Pretty sophistry!" Leng Beichen leaned forward with a handsome and picturesque face, and paused every word with a tense voice.
"Don't think that I will let you go when you get old, don't think about it! I won't let you die, I want you to live a life worse than death."

"Why did Mo Yan offend you?" Mo Yan continued to play dumb without changing his expression.

Leng Beichen pursed her thin lips tightly, "It's too much to write down, you know it in your heart."

After taking a bath, Mo Yan saw that her little girl was already sleeping soundly in the new crib, so she couldn't help pecking her tender little cheek.

This year, she thought badly about the little guy.

Then she lay down on the sofa.

The luxury leather sofa is wide enough for her small body to roll around.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Leng Beichen came out of the bathroom after wiping off the bath bubbles.

"Get me my panties."

"Mr. Leng, didn't you always come out with bath towels on before? Do you want to order me?"

"Don't call yourself!"

Mo Yan, "..." I'm getting old, my brain is not working well, and this time I completely revealed my truth.

Even so, she didn't worry about it, and after a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

Vaguely, I felt a masculine breath mixed with the fragrance of shower gel blowing towards my face.

A tall and handsome flesh-colored body stared down at her from above, as if trying to see through her soul.

She struggled a few times, but failed to wake up.

After that, I felt my body lighten, as if being hugged by someone.

When he was put on the soft and comfortable bed, Mo Yan finally struggled to open his blurred eyes.

A handsome face that was carefully carved by a craftsman was enlarged in front of her, and Leng Beichen's slender fingertips gently stroked her gray hair.

"In the past two years, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally ingested the poison." Mo Yan turned over and turned her back to him.

At that time, He Qiushan was in critical condition. If only one person had been saved, she would not be exhausted, but there was another person who died...

Mo Yan closed her eyes.

Hatred turns to hate, she was reluctant to let him die, she made this choice at the time, she didn't regret it at all.

Leng Beichen's strong and long arms wrapped around her old waist, and his strong and warm body pressed against her dry and thin back.

The big hand found her small, skeleton-like hand and interlocked with her fingers.

Crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and seeped into the bed sheet, Mo Yan didn't understand, did he love or hate her?

No, he didn't love her at all.

Otherwise, two years ago, how could he treat her better than a beast in front of others?
But all this is not important.

People who are about to die, there is no need to care about kindness and resentment, love and hatred...

Even though he comforted himself in this way, every time he thought of the heart-piercing pain, Mo Yan's teeth itch with hatred.

She snapped a bite on his arm.

Ah!A person is old, even if he wants to bite him, he will be powerless...

After waking up from sleep, Mo Yan felt that her energy and energy had improved a lot. After sleeping normally, the symptoms of body aches and pains did not appear.

Maybe that shot of stem cells worked?
Mo Yan didn't take it to heart.

Next to Leng Beichen, the seat was empty, and his body temperature showed that he had already woken up.

"Little girl, you woke up so early."

Mo Yan saw the little girl's eyes wide open, lying on her exclusive children's bed, looking around like an elf.

"Grandma, where are you taking me to play today?"

The little girl jumped up and wanted to crawl out.

Mo Yan quickly picked her up, "The manor is huge, it will take several days to visit the whole manor."

"Mother-in-law is very familiar with this place?"

Mo Yan, "..." The little ghost has inherited Leng Beichen's genes, it's amazing, she can see through her at a glance.

There was a knock on the door.

Mo Yan opened the door, surprised.

The maids served breakfast, tidied up the room, delivered toys, and made clothes for Mo Yan to measure her measurements.

They walked into the room and lined up in a row in an orderly manner, but their faces were dazed, and they didn't see Mo Yan in the room.

Mo Yan came last night, these maids did not meet them face to face.

Early this morning, Leng Beichen told them to take good care of his women and children.

Could it be Mo Yan who slept in Leng Beichen's room?
In these years, I have never seen him bring other women here, let alone sleep in his room.

Therefore, these maids thought that Mo Yan was in the bathroom, and the leading maid shouted loudly,
"Young Mistress, we are here to deliver breakfast."

The little girl stood on the bed, teaching them with her baby voice,

"There is no young grandma here, only a little boy and grandma, who are you looking for?"

Maids, "???"

On the bed, there were obviously traces of two people sleeping, and it was impossible for a living person to disappear out of thin air.

"Little baby, where's your mommy?"

"Mummy who abandoned her husband and daughter, I decided not to."

The little girl crossed her arms and looked very tugging, which amused the maids.

"Then who slept on the big bed last night?" The maid dared to gossip while Leng Beichen was away.

"Grandma is sleeping on the bed with the bad uncle."

"..."

The maids stared wide-eyed and looked at Mo Yan in horror,

"Isn't she the nanny with the children? How could she sleep in a big bed?"

"Why didn't the young master arrange a separate room for them, we have plenty of rooms here?"

"She is not qualified to be a nanny. She is so old, can she take care of children?"

Mo Yan was not angry when she heard that, indeed, if she was as old as she was, no one would hire her if she applied for a job as a nanny.

Sister Wu walked in, "What are you all doing? Did you come in to chat?"

The maids immediately fell silent and bowed their heads to be scolded.

After Sister Wu severely reprimanded them, she turned around and smiled at Mo Yan,

"Young mistress, the young master ordered you to take the young lady to the company after breakfast."

The maids were dumbfounded, "Is she...young mistress?"

Mo Yan frowned, "Why do we, the old and the young, go to the company?"

"This... the young master ordered, the driver is already waiting outside."

As soon as Sister Wu turned her head, her expression immediately became serious, "What are you still doing in a daze, serve the young mistress and the young lady quickly."

The dumbfounded maids immediately went to work and served Mo Yan meticulously.

Although they couldn't figure it out, the facts were in front of them. This old woman was the young master's new favorite, and they couldn't offend her...

Mo Yan and Xiaonuan were sent to the Leng Group.

in the elevator.

A female staff member looked at Mo Yan in loose and cheap old clothes, with disgust on her face,

"Are you the new cleaner?"

Mo Yan, "..."

She was too thin, so Leng Beichen had someone customize clothes for her, so today she was wearing her usual clothes.

The female staff member hid aside in disgust, "No wonder there is a strange smell on her body."

Mo Yan raised her arm and smelled herself, "Maybe I'm old, and I smell like an old man."

She wondered, Leng Beichen hugged her last night, why didn't he dislike the smell on her body?

"The smell of mother-in-law is unique, much better than the smell of inferior perfume on your body." The little girl scolded him unceremoniously.

The female staff was annoyed, "Hey, you little brat, my perfume is thousands of dollars for a bottle, it's a big brand, why is it inferior?"

The aura of the little girl is not lost to the adults at all,
"If it smells bad, it's of poor quality. It's because you are blind that you spent thousands of dollars to buy it."

The female staff was furious, and picked up the little girl, as if to spank her little butt...